Hugo was actually swept off his feet after blocking a few strikes due to overpowering force?
That couldn't be true, people stared blankly, not daring, nor willing to believe... He was Hugo, how could he possibly fall here? At this instant, Hugo did indeed lose. As a driver of a hard-style fighting mecha, it was undeniable that Hugo was strong, but don't forget this saying, "The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the stubborn, the stubborn fear the reckless, and the reckless fear the insane." Hugo was certainly among the hard, but his opponent was someone devoid of emotions. When one loses emotions, their style of combat becomes incredibly fierce. Comparing the two, the gap in their realms was quickly established.
Whirling... As the light from the blade fell, people collectively shut their eyes, as if unwilling to witness the honorable Federation warrior's sacrifice. In this battle, the superb soldier God's Thorn was split in two and fell from the sky...
The Federal bigwigs in front of the imaging devices simply couldn't—or rather, were unwilling to believe—the scene before their eyes; that a super soldier could be defeated just like that...
Even Greedy Wolf, the Admiral with an emotionless face, couldn't help but pale slightly, "Hugo…" he articulated each syllable, voicing the name of the warrior in a nearly inaudible tone.
Greedy Wolf knew, clearer than anyone else, that the exact location where the strike from the undead No. 2 landed was none other than the cockpit of God's Thorn—Hugo, who was born into a military family, where three generations fell on the battlefield. His loyalty, his pride, was enough for any soldier to emulate, and now... the Federation owed them too much.
The crowd in the square could hardly bear to look any longer; those living in these times had never seen such a scene, especially not with the super soldier often touted by our army. Though God's Thorn's mecha hadn't exploded, it was definitely finished.
In the imaging devices of both sides, the special identifier for the super soldier turned gray in an instant. For a moment, the battlefield was silent. Whether friend or foe, all eyes turned to that position... Clearly, even the super soldiers on the scene had not anticipated that the outcome would be decided so swiftly.
But more obviously, Xiuluo had no intention of letting Hugo off. He brandished his Light Sword and charged towards Hugo once again.
Indeed, at this moment, Xiuluo was smiling. In his eyes, there was only one word: kill—kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. He wanted to kill with abandon. No matter who came at him, they were like ants in his berserk state, mere experience points for leveling up like in a game.
Several elite soldiers from the Blazing Flame Corps attempted to intercept him instantaneously, trying to relieve Hugo from danger. At least Hugo's life and death were not yet confirmed; perhaps he was still alive. But if this bastard were to strike again, it would certainly result in an irreversible death.
But it was useless. It was Xiuluo's time of rampage, his DPS fully unleashed. Even if the Revenge Shadow Rider were to come, he would blast them away without fail, let alone merely three elite soldiers of the Blazing Flame Corps? It was simply suicide. Accompanied by a roaring explosion, undead No. 2 charged forward, sweeping its sword in a wide arc, followed by a powerful cleave. The two elite soldiers' speed couldn't keep up with Xiuluo's unleashed fury.
Hmph! Coming across three wild Blazing Flame soldiers but within moments, two had already fallen. One was blown up instantly, and the other was reduced to scrap metal after being cut in half. It was a devastating blow.
He was too fast, so fast it caught people off guard. Such speed was suicidal to approach. As undead No. 2 passed by the third soldier, it didn't choose to continue the attack but brushed past instead. That soldier was completely terrified by Xiuluo's murderous aura. He couldn't move, not because he was unable, but because he didn't dare to. Any motion suggested an instant death, especially facing Xiuluo whose hand speed had reached an explosive 800 counts. It was only normal for a soldier to have such a psychological reaction; they were out of options.
Luckily, Xiuluo did not continue to attack but went straight for the falling, shattered mecha of Hugo... The soldier let out a slight sigh of relief, thinking his life was spared, only to realize in the next moment, as undead No. 2 passed by him, it didn't even glance back and stabbed with its sword from behind, accurately plunging the Light Sword into the cockpit of unit 9. The soldier felt a warmth through his body, but for just 0.1 second, before he knew nothing else.
Hmph, what elite Blazing Flame soldiers, they're nothing in his eyes. Probably even the Revenge Shadow Rider was an overstatement. The so-called elite soldiers of the wild Blazing Flame Corps were easily taken down, not lasting even a second.
This off-the-charts attack was terrifying, shocking. One could say the Blazing Flame soldiers were not afraid of death; overcoming psychological fear was merely the first lesson Feng Yi gave these soldiers. But to die such a pointless death held no meaning. They too had ideals, desires for vengeance, not to perish like a rag doll, as insignificant as a feather.
It was too late for Federal super soldiers to save the day, and in fact, it was meaningless, as the super soldier was already shattered. When slaying weeds one must remove the roots, and Xiuluo flew instantly towards the broken mecha of Hugo, swinging his sword once more—swish, swish, swish—three more strikes, but to no avail.
Looking again, he found his way blocked by a black mecha, facing the wild Revenge Shadow Rider...
Xiuluo was going insane; damn the Revenge Shadow Rider for daring to intercept him. Wait, this was the Revenge Shadow Rider? Interesting. He didn't care what kind of Rider it was; since it had come, it shouldn't expect to leave, but accompany Hugo to hell instead.
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